The Hunters

Marion crouched down at the edge of the clearing, listening. At first, all she could hear was the thump of her own heart, the throb of the blood in her veins, and her panting breath. She took several slow deep breaths, her hands pressing down on her thighs.

There was a rustle, sudden in the undergrowth.

She turned as some creature; small, probably the size of a large badger or a young deer, scampered off away from her.

Marion was hungry; she knew that soon, unless she could find some way out...